Gypsy Lyrics - Singles - Pistol Grip

Mother don't fret I won't fall on my face 

Mother don't fret I won't be a disgrace 

Don't wanna hear the critics tell me to stop 

Obliterate incinerate until I'm on the top 

Obstacles mount gotta make it through the snow 

A 9 to 5 job is nothing that I know 

See the world through the eyes of a traveled young man 

I gotta be someone that you'll never understand 

Living like a gypsy now 

Mother I'm living like a gypsy now 

Can't you see the sacrifice on my brow 

Mother I'm living like a Gypsy now 

Glide through the night and watch the cloud turn light 

Another eight hours in this tedious plight 

Another foreign city in another foreign land 

Another breakdown for this wavering van 

Tensions run high and my eyes turn red 

Everyone's sick and there's a throb in my head 

No one gets sleep till we make it back home 

Insomnia hits and never lets go